a year without you
It’s been one year and one day since I spoke to my dad. I talked to him twice that day. He was in the hospital …
just me
photography…where it started
In high school I needed an arts elective. I couldn’t paint or draw, I wasn’t going to join a choir, I don’t like public performances, …
carolina to california
If you told me a year ago that I’d be moving to California, I would have thought you were crazy.